dream, fantasy, truth or fiction

Being chased into a bathroom the door closes behind him, he walks to her and pulls her hard against him for a long deep kiss. her pressed her up against the sink and spread her legs to push himself flush against her sex. She moans and feels his hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples.

He pulls away and pulls the tshirt up over her breasts, pulls her bra up revealing her large breasts. His hands fondle, pinch and squeeze. One of his hands sneaking his way in between them he lifts the skirt up and rubs her where she is starting to moisten. She bites her lip and secretly wants more. He moves his fingers inside her panties and rubs her sweet center.

He slips a finger inside her and starts to move it in and out. Her breathing quickens, her eyes start to close. She tells him she wants more and he adds a second finger. She inhales through clenched teeth and spreads her legs wider.

She looks at the door and asks him if he locked the door. He says he doesnt know and her eyes widen both at the thought of someone walking in finding them together seeing what they are doing and at the way he was pulling her closer to where he wanted her. To the edge.

Pushing him away she runs to the door and turns the lock. 'God' she thought 'that would have been sooo bad'. He pushes her against the door and reaches back in between her legs. A shudder runs through her body and she waits for his expert fingers to continue its sweet torture. He doesnt let her down and his hands are in between her legs, pressing up deep inside her.

Hes whispering things to her thats making her louder. He reminds her that there are people outside that might hear her. She quiets down a little even though shes so turned on by that. His fingers sliding in and out smoothy, coated with her essence. She starts to whisper back to him, telling him to go faster which he does and finding herself close she reaches down and rubs herself, feeling hersef tighten around his fingers. He knows shes close he tells her to cum and to soak his fingers.

She turns her face and sees an image in the mirror, she watches the woman against the door writhing against it. His body covering her back while his hands reach in between her legs. Watching that image makes her legs buckle and slump into the door while he holds her up, feeling the waves her body is making.

They put themselves together and open the door and merge with the crowd.